Whenever I spend hours inside a salon, usually when I’m having my hair straightened or when I’m having any other hair treatment that takes a while to be done, the salon people will place a pile of magazines in front of me, which I actually go through with. I start with the celebrity, nay gossip, magazines because they are fun to read (and sometimes fun means hilarious). They devote pages and pages on one particular celebrity and by the time you finish reading the entire article, you can’t help but either be a fan (at least while the article’s still fresh in your mind) or marvel at the glitz-covered hypocrisy of some. Not that this next thing is one or the other, but I just can’t forget reading about those baby strollers that Jennifer Lopez’ friends gifted her twins. They cost hundreds of thousands of dollars because they were studded with diamonds. I mean, really? Is there really a need for diamonds? It sounds so wasteful. I know, the next peppy parents would just look for a Baby jogger city select that they can bring to the park and leave on one side while they play with their infants. I guess being filthy rich does redefines luxury and elegance in so many ways that those of us who are not will not understand.
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